Lyrics I'm Good - The Lacs

I'm Good

I’ve been on the wrong back roads
Riding with my head down low
Devil riding shotgun, getting it done
I’ll be good if the good die young
And it’s been a long dark ride
Fizzying the wind inside
You don’t know about what I do or done
I’ll be good if the good die young
I take a shot of whiskey, I take another draw
You hit the bottle with me, man it’s up to y’all
2pac having the stretchers about a mile long
I plead the fifth with it till I hit my milestone
When I was 14 is when I got my first taste
On my birthday, I need it in the worst way
10 years later with head low, creeping
Started out, it was only on the weekend
Now is a different day, 7 different tastes
Sometimes I feel I’m getting pulled 11 different ways
I get say my grace, hell, I got bills to pay
I got a show and it don’t matter how I feel today
I’m fast lane gliding in that SN driving
On a plane that’s headed for woods
And they ain’t no running 'cause the good die young
And so you know I’m gonna be all good
I’ve been on the wrong back roads
Riding with my head down low
Devil riding shotgun, getting it done
I’ll be good if the good die young
And it’s been a long dark ride
Fizzying the wind inside
You don’t know about what I do or done
I’ll be good if the good die young
The guy you used to know, you wouldn’t recognize him now
You used to solid ground, me I’ve been up in the cloud
Chasing all the things but mama told me got your number
I’m a ticking time bomb, steady filling up with wonder
'Bout that life of a bad boy, living like an outlaw
Still it’s just a sad story, I don’t know what happened y’all
I made it through some things that probably shouldn’t, should be dead
I just kick back the bottle and take one to the head
Got a long line of faith on a stained CD case
Give a damn what they say, I’ve been trying to get away
Put the smoke in the wind straight down the highway to hell
I got some hella some friends, keep me from jumping the ridge
I like to take all by myself and do some thinking 'bout my troubles
You know when you get to drinking, how the trouble usually doubles
I’ve been caught up in the middle, man, I’m trying to pick a side
But I rather block it out and just ride
I’ve been on the wrong back roads
Riding with my head down low
Devil riding shotgun, getting it done
I’ll be good if the good die young
And it’s been a long dark ride
Fizzying the wind inside
You don’t know about what I do or done
I’ll be good if the good die young